Author: Ben Raskin
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Fear the Walking Ben
I killed a black widow in the bedroom last night. The lady had spun a web about two feet from my nightstand and was making herself pretty cozy in the nook underneath the window. Growing up in Las Vegas, you get used to living around black widows—they’re everywhere. Thick and glossy, the red hourglass is…
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Cracked Tooth Blues
Between testicular damage or dental pain, I’ll take a kick to the nuts any day. I think I cracked a tooth. No, I’m positive I’ve cracked a tooth. Somewhere between eating a bowl of marbles or letting a temporary crown fall off after two years, I’m sitting at my desk with my tongue doing triage…
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Cockpit Part 2
NOTE: It only took 10K words to realize that the second half of Cockpit was being written in third-person. Oops. Back to the drawing board. Just in case you’re interested where the second half of the novel is/was going, I’ve posted it here. Be a mensch and tell a friend. Cockpit Part 2 It sounded…
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Shelly Belly
Who names a dog Shelly? It’s the most human name and it was bestowed upon the most canine of dogs. Shelly was a chocolate lab with scraggly, reddish-brown fur and crazed eyes. She was the kind of dog that walked sideways, like a coyote or feral dog on a Mexican beach. With a benign tumor…
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Novel Novel Writing Thoughts
For the last year and change, I’ve decided I wanted to become a novelist. Novelist, of course, is Latin for pretentious dingbat who thinks he knows just enough about something but doesn’t have the confidence to do a non-fictional account of a story. Even though I have the authority on subjects ranging from the movie…
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